Return from Deserted Village

This may be the most important day in Xu Zixin's life. When he wakes up early in the morning, his eyelids will be twitching non-stop. The old people say, "If your left eye twitches, you will make money, and if your right eye twitches, you will have disaster." But they never say what does twitching of both eyelids mean? The winter rain in the south of the Yangtze River enveloped this desolate field, and the surroundings were filled with moisture that was close to freezing point. No matter how thick the sweater was, it could not withstand the cold. He felt as if he was immersed in a tub of ice water from his skin to his bones. Everything in front of me was gray. The scene opened in the cold drizzle, revealing the stage made of the entire field. After traveling through the time tunnel of five thousand years, all the actors had turned into broken skeletons, lying quietly in the ancient tombs polluted by mud and water. The director was an old guy called history. He watched everything with boundless omniscience and omnipotence, and Xu Zixin was the only audience of this drama. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.